Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

The day passed by with the appropriate amount of bullying, cuddling, and as Adam spoiled all of his cousins, his children, those he called his children, he thought about visiting the business, but decided to visit them every so often after his enchanting, or as he would describe it, High Alchemist work.

“Daddy, how can I roll a five and six with Advantage?” Konarot asked, throwing out her arms, tilting her head. “It does not make any sense, daddy.”

“Sometimes, in life, even with all the advantages, you will fail, because that’s how that works, my dear,” Adam replied, smiling sadly. “Thankfully, Kirot, Karot, you both…”

Adam blinked.

How did they roll six times, each a D20, and yet the highest number they rolled was a only a six?

Adam reached out for the dice, rolling each of them.

4. 7.

‘Eh?’

1.

‘What the fu-,’

17. 17. 4.

Adam blew on the dice, rolling the dice once more.

7. 14. 5. 18. 2. 18.

Adam thought about the numbers, counting them in his head, figuring out the range. “Jirot, how much-,”

“Sixty four,” the girl said, narrowing her eyes slightly, but she nodded her head, for it was fifty plus fourteen, which was sixty four.

“I’ll take your word for it, but that’s roughly the average, so they should be fixed now.”

“Can I roll again, daddy?” Konarot asked.

“No, no, even if the dice were bullying you, we have to take them as they come.” Adam reached over and brushed his daughter’s hair gently, noting her tail slumping slightly. “Do not worry, for your sister and brother will take their turn soon.”

“Okay…”

Adam rolled the next set of attacks from the wibikul, a creature his children had made, mostly from nonsensical descriptions, but what was he to do, for he was a Game Master, but didn’t he hold the title of Father before that?

4. 20.

“Firstly, nice. Secondly, I think I’ll keep my dice.”

“You critted me, daddy?” Konarot asked, her jaw dropping, causing his younger siblings to glance towards their father in surprise.

“I didn’t crit you, it was the wibicool!”

“The wibikul, daddy, the wibikul!”

“Well the wibikul is the one that crit you so don’t blame daddy, okay?” Adam rolled the various damage dice, multiplying them by two rather than rolling double the dice because at some point it was easier to double than to count everything at once.

4. 6. 6. 6.

“Daddy! This is getting out of hand!” Konarot said, pointing towards her father. “Mummy! Mummy, tell daddy!”

“Why are you bullying me like Jirot?”

“Hey!” Jirot complained. “My kaka is so lovely, how can you say that? Mummy! Mummy, tell daddy!”

“What do you want me to do?” Adam replied. “I normally don’t roll this well!”

“How much damage is it daddy?”

“Forty eight.”

“It is fo-,” Jirot began, blinking, because she hadn’t added the four from its modifier. The girl winced lightly, glancing around, trying to understand what had just happened.

Did her father just out maths her?

Konarot reached up to her chest, letting out a cough. “Oh! I am so hurt. I.”

Konarot blinked.

“Daddy, you killed me.”

“Hey, hey, hey! You can’t be saying that to your father!” the half elf replied, snapping a whisper towards his daughter, holding out his arms, the girl crawling over to hug her father, not realising the great wound she brought onto his heart, the half elf’s heart pounding violently. “Darling, tell them!”

Vonda blinked, wanting to read her book in peace, but as always, she closed the book of Aswadic history, and then stood up.

‘No!’ Adam thought. ‘Not like this.’

“It is time for bed.”

“Aaaw,” came the response from the children, and him too.

“It seems as though Kayo the Bandit Slayer has fallen under the great might of the wikibul, and perhaps it will be the might of The Demon King Princess Jirot who will save her, or the-,”

Jirot grabbed the dice and threw the dice.

2.

20.

The children all opened their mouths together, looking up towards their father, and each of them turned together to look to Vonda, who blinked.

“Of course it is you who causes such trouble,” Vonda accused, causing little Jirot to flush, but as the woman held out her arms, Jirot rushed within them, the pair holding one another. Vonda also pinched her son’s nose, and soon the woman was surrounded by the eldest five, only for a little girl to complain and charge her way within.

“Et tu, Virot?” Adam asked, as though she wasn’t the most obvious child to pick his wife over him.

“I rolled a Natural 20, daddy, so you must be nice,” Jirot said.

“I see,” the half elf replied, taking out his notebook, writing something down, before beginning to clear the game. As he did, little Gurot and Murot appeared, rushing over to their cousin.

“We are going to sleep now, cousin Adam,” Gurot said.

“Ah! You are going to sleep?” Adam replied, as though surprised the two toddlers would be sleeping now that it was evening.

“Yes.” Gurot blinked.

Adam smiled between the pair of them, and the two smiled shyly, all the while the half elf waited expectantly.

“Mm…” Gurot looked down to Murot. “Murot wanted to give you a hug.”

Adam took in the onslaught from his cousins, who could defeat him so easily, and the half elf dropped to a knee to hug each of them, for though Gurot had pushed his brother forward, abandoning him to such warmth, Adam was certain Gurot wanted it too.

“Good night, cousin Adam!” Gurot said, looking down at his brother, who smiled and waved towards his cousin, and the pair waddled off. The half elf closed his wet eyes, feeling the buzz of delight, packing away the game. He paused a moment, considering taking them out one year too, but decided against it, for it was already too dangerous with just his siblings and children.

The half elf finally finished the weapons, and upon his return he stepped through the business, finding a great many eyes upon him. He smiled warmly, as warmly as he could manage, and as he greeted them one by one, speaking with the Managers and Leads. However, the half elf had to stop lying to himself, and with that, returned to estate.

“Executive,” called a gruff voice.

“Mork.”

“I’m Tork,” the greyskinned warrior replied.

“I should have expected, since you are the handsome twin,” the half elf replied, holding Tork’s gaze, the horc smirking wide, the half elf returning the smirk, all the while the Priest of the Tempest thought about which prayer he’d bring down onto them, having already shocked each of them within his mind ten times.

“It seems I was worrying needlessly.”

“Are you trying to put on an accent?”

“Ah’ve got tah speak rightly, so they says,” Tork replied, the annoyance on his face evident.

“It seems you’re working hard,” the half elf joked, though with Tork, it wasn’t that much of a joke. “What were you worried about?”

“I just hope…” Tork began, but then bowed his head. “I was just worryin’ since the children haven’t come around in some time.”

“I’ll bring them around this weekend,” Adam promised, and then holding Tork’s gaze for a moment longer, seeing the horc had decided against saying more, the half elf nodded, and stepped away.

Tork let out a long sigh, for the worries of those who can pierce the sky with their steel was so different than his own worries, he whose sword could barely reach the roof of a cabin. Yet, who was he to worry about the Executive?

“Do we have the luxury of worrying?” Mork asked.

“It’s because of him I can have this luxury now,” Tork replied.

Mork made to joke, but stopped, his eyes darting aside to his grey skinned twin brother, his eyes falling to his tusks for a moment, falling into thought for a long moment. He supposed he couldn’t blame his brother, whose skin was as grey as a cloudy day, for speaking so overtly about it, especially since so many Iyrmen shared his tuskly disposition.

As the half elf returned to the shared estate, his triplets charged him first, but it wasn’t long before his twins also rushed up to greet him. His eyes then darted aside to his wife, who smiled, while the boy within her arms suddenly jerked, the boy’s head snapping to see his father, his eyes bright, his smile brighter, and he squealed, clasping his hands together.

“Dada!”

Adam blinked, for his son blinded him with his bountiful joy, causing his father’s heart to almost burst. As he picked up his son, the pair hugged tightly, exchanging kisses, his son’s affection perhaps even more aggressive than his own.

‘Xarot is so strong,’ Jirot thought, for the boy made their father appear so big.

Seeing the dourness within her husband’s form dissipate, Vonda smiled, but when the pair sipped their tea in the corner later, she couldn’t help but ask.

“Darling?” Vonda called.

“Yes?” Adam replied, noting the question in his wife’s eyes. The half elf smiled awkwardly. “It’s nothing to worry about. It’ll be dealt with in about ten days.”

‘Ten days?’ Vonda thought. ‘Is he going to enchant another set of Greater Enhanced weapons?’

Yet, something was wrong.

Vonda could feel it.

The instincts which had allowed to survive for so long as the wife of someone like Adam.

There was a greater trouble the half elf was causing.

However, before she could ask, a tall shadow fell upon the estate.